FMBQ - "Some Girls" Aug. 25th

From FMBQ (magazine and online site for the radio industry):

Available for Airplay

8/25 Mainstream
JC Chasez, "Some Girls" (Jive)


FMBQ is the same site that reported - glowingly - about JC's showcase performance two weeks ago.

LJ Haiku

Here's mine, from the Magic LJ Haiku Machine:


subject header i
thought jc's first single would have
been like the scruff and


Ahhhhh. I feel more serene already. Off to read my friends list.

Wait! A couple of weeks ago I talked about how I love words. Specifically, I said this:

"I had a habit in my Lit classes, of underlining bits and snippets of sentences that I loved or found interesting. I might even underline a single word, just one thing that stood out and caught my attention. I used an ultra-thin orange pen, because - and the English majors will know what I'm talking about - those Norton anthologies? Pages like rice paper, dude."

I snagged my Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry off the shelf, and flipped it open. Skinny orange lines! I'm no poet. I'm not even a *bad* poet, is how not a poet I am. So here, for your grooving pleasure, are the foxmonkey-underlined bits from selected works by Wallace Stevens (1879-1955). Think of it as a jazz cafe without jazz, or a spoken word performance without...speaking. ;-)


From 'Le Monocle de Mon Oncle'

I am a man of fortune greeting heirs;
For it has come that thus I greet the spring.
These choirs of welcome choir for me farewell.

If sex were all, then every trembling hand
Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words.


From 'A High-Toned Old Christian Woman'

This will make widows wince. But fictive things
Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.


From 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird'

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections,
Or the beauty of innuendoes.

I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms


From 'The Idea of Order at Key West'

The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard

As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there never was a world for her
Except the one she sang and, singing, made.

foxmonkey's jazz and spoken word cafe.

Except without the jazz, and without the speaking. ;-) Edited to add: Also, this is not a cafe. Again with the poetry, yes!

This little foxmonkey-underlined snippet is by Nikki Giovanni (1943- ), from the coolest poem ev-ah. Dedicated to someone on my friends list whose brain and soul have been filled to the brim. Take a deep breath. :-)


From 'Ego Tripping'

I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended
except by my permission